I founded the "Bragging Cult" in Naruto.

Chapter 751 If we never meet again, I wish you a good morning, good afternoon, and good night.

"What's in the sky?"

The sudden sound startled Chenma awake. He instinctively shook his head, then forcefully opened and closed his heavy eyelids several times. A wave of soreness came from behind his eyes, and he felt extremely tired.

Chenma vaguely sensed that something was wrong, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

The images that flashed through my mind were like dreams that begin to occur when a person is extremely exhausted, even before they have fallen asleep.

It's like a timid person who, after watching a horror movie, stays up all night, too afraid to sleep, yet the terrifying scene keeps replaying in their mind—a scene that seems incredibly real, yet they know is unreal.

He raised his hand to rub his eyelids, and when he opened his eyes again, everything was incredibly blurry, but it cleared up in a very short time. Chenma also felt as if he had regained some clarity.

But he still couldn't remember the cause and effect. He turned his head and looked in the direction from which the sound came.

It was Yekura. Upon seeing Yekura, Tatsuma seemed to recall something. Yekura in front of him was younger than he remembered, but her eyes were more weathered.

This didn't seem to be the Yecang he knew, but someone else entirely.

Seeing Tatsuma looking at him, Yekura smiled, then asked with a hint of melancholy, "Are you leaving?"

"leave?"

A wave of soreness surged from deep within Chenma's head. He shook his head, feeling as if his brain and skull were severely separated, their shaking frequencies completely out of sync, giving him the sensation that his brain was surging like liquid inside his skull.

"Yes, didn't you say your purpose in coming to this ninja world was to help everyone defeat Uchiha Madara? Now that everything is over, are you still willing to stay?"

Yekura continued to ask, as many images flashed through Tatsuma's mind.

The Allied Shinobi Forces assembled. Uchiha Madara addressed the Allied Forces with "Do you also want to dance?", and Uchiha Madara considered the Five Kage as "mere sand."

More images flashed through my mind: the Ten-Tails, Six Paths Obito, Six Paths Madara, Kaguya Otsutsuki, and so on.

"So...it's already over? What am I doing?"

Chenma pursed his lips, straightened his body slightly, and stepped away from the tree he was leaning against. Then his back bumped against the tree again. After several repetitions, he finally came up with a plausible guess.

Or rather, at this moment, Tatsuma was unaware that it was a conjecture, but rather a memory.

He must have been "hit" by the Infinite Tsukuyomi. Perhaps only a genjutsu of that level could damage his memories?

After all, humans captured by the Divine Tree under the Infinite Tsukuyomi will gradually become White Zetsu, and those who become White Zetsu will lose all their memories of their previous lives.

I must be the same way, right? Maybe I escaped halfway through, but I've already caused some irreversible damage to my brain and consciousness?

Tatsuma looked up at the bright, starry night sky, then turned to Yekura and asked, "Where are the others?"

"They all went to celebrate, after all, they all knew that they wouldn't be staying in the ninja world for much longer."

"And what about you?"

"Me? I have no one to celebrate with."

Yekura shook his head, his tone full of disappointment. Tatsuma opened his mouth, as if he wanted to offer some words of comfort, but he was not good at such things, so he closed his mouth again.

After a moment of silence, Yekura continued, "That person named Yakushi Nonou must be very talented, right?"

Tatsuma paused, a hint of doubt and wariness appearing in his eyes as he looked at Yekura. Yekura, seeing this, also frowned slightly and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Do you know her?"

"If I knew them, I wouldn't need to ask."

"How did you know?"

Tatsuma looked puzzled. Yekura moved closer, gently placing the back of her hand on Tatsuma's forehead, and then asked in confusion, "Weren't your injuries already healed?"

"What do you mean?"

"Why are you talking nonsense? You were the one who was talking about some unclear topics with Obito Uchiha on the battlefield, including Nono."

You even pardoned Kabuto Yakushi, all because of her? Don't you remember?"

Yekura asked, her tone seemingly tinged with grievance and resentment. Tatsuma took a step to the side, frowning as he tried to recall.

That vague feeling was strange. Even though I didn't know about it at first, after hearing about it, my mind kept conjuring up that scene.

It seemed that he had really forgotten about it, and only when someone mentioned it did he remember it. This feeling was strange and made Tatsuma feel somewhat insecure.

Yekura withdrew her hand, lowered it, looked at Tatsuma, and asked, "You're not even willing to answer this? After all, I'm not another Yekura. Even if you told me, it wouldn't make any difference, would it?"

"You could say it's excellent."

The Yekura before him gradually overlapped with the Yekura in his memory. That expression, that look in his eyes, Tatsuma knew he had seen it before, not here, but it was just as hard to look directly at.

Upon hearing Tatsuma's answer, Yekura sighed and said, "I understand. It's a pity I never had the chance to interact with her."

Tatsuma didn't know what to say. His chaotic thoughts and memories made him choose to say as little as possible. Yekura didn't dwell on it for long either, simply asking, "Did you bring the sake?"

"Wine?"

Even though there was no prior cause and effect, Tatsuma felt that he should have brought it with him. He opened the front of his trench coat, reached into his ninja tool bag, and took out a scroll.

Upon opening it, he found it was a sealing technique. After breaking the seal, two bottles of wine appeared. Looking at these two bottles of wine, Tatsuma felt a sense of familiarity, and looking at Yekura, the sense of familiarity became even stronger.

"A wine aged over twenty years, that's hard to find."

Yekura picked up a bottle, opened it, and handed it to Tatsuma. At that moment, the sense of familiarity reached its peak; Tatsuma seemed to remember—it was another ninja world.

Back then, Yecang also handed him this bottle of wine. What was his mentality when he chose such a bottle? It was exactly the same, even the year it was produced.

Reaching out to take it, Yekura opened another bottle, tilted her head back and took a big gulp, then handed the bottle towards Tatsuma, as if to clink glasses.

Chenma also raised his bottle, touched it lightly, and then took a small sip.

It still didn't taste good. Holding the bottle, Tatsuma stood quietly, while Yekura quickly finished his drink. Seeing that the bottle in Tatsuma's hand didn't even seem to have dropped, he simply snatched it away.

"Your alcohol tolerance has decreased."

Yekura let out a burp, stopped drinking, and then looked at Tatsuma, who seemed to have come to his senses, and said, "You handle the rest."

With that, he handed the bottle, which was almost empty, back to Tatsuma, and turned to say, "I need to get some sleep. If you're leaving, don't call me. I don't think I can bring myself to see you off."

"it is good."

Tatsuma nodded, watching Yekura's departing figure, feeling that familiar sense of regret. But Yekura took a few steps, then stopped, turned around, and asked:

"Sakamoto Tatsuma, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Tatsuma smiled and nodded, saying, "Me too."

Ye Cang smiled as well and said, "If we never meet again, I wish you all the best."

Tatsuma raised the bottle as a response, and Yekura took another step without looking back, disappearing into the forest.

After a long while, Tatsuma finally looked away and murmured, "It really is the Yekura I remember."

He gazed at the bright moon, his smile becoming complex, and continued to murmur, "Is this the world I desire?"

Scenes from another ninja world flashed through his mind, and he remembered them with unparalleled clarity. He could even recall exactly how many creases there were on the paper flower in his office.

He clenched his fist and said, "Now that we've dealt with Madara Uchiha, those two kids should also be able to complete the final battle under my plan, so..."

Tatsuma's skin became increasingly pale, as if the color had faded. Clumps of black matter appeared behind him, and in the blink of an eye, his two crimson eyes changed. One was a chilling Byakugan, and the other was a blood-red Rinnegan with tomoe.

"Obito, the power that comes from my heart, you're truly amazing."

(End of this chapter)